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Monty Pendleton

Inventor | Tutor | Grandfather
 
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OOC First Name
Claire
Blood Status
Muggleborn
Relationship Status
Single
Sexual Orientation
Asexual
Wand
Straight 9 1/2 Inch Rigid Walnut Wand with Thestral Tail Hair Core
Age
1/1999 (64)
[adminapproval=30535149]It was all over for Monty. His job, his career, his dignity, his friends - he was going to lose it all, and he had no-one to blame but himself. He stood numbly in the center of the entrance hall, his reason for being there long forgotten. Even his memory of the journey was hazy; one moment he had been in his office, leafing through some records and worrying about the latest deadline he'd failed to meet, the next, here. He must have been going mad. In fact, he was fairly convinced of it. Mad, or at least chronically sleep deprived, beaten by stress and made insensible with worry. It was probably the same thing. And that was without considering the guilt. He dared not count the number of lessons he had missed that month for sickness, nor the people he had let down, disappointed, or humiliated himself in front of. Was there any way he could simply disappear?

Amid the blur of thoughts revolving through his head, one stood out with sickening clarity: he was going to lose his job. Yes - he could be just about certain of that. It wasn't just his position as Deputy Head in jeopardy, either; if things carried on as they had over the last three weeks, he would surely soon face a complete dismissal. Dread and horror turned his blood heavy at the thought. Teaching was his livelihood. His purpose. His everything. Without it, who was he? What would he do? What would become of him?

A familiar sweat broke out on his neck. His face turned white. He felt sick, though not sick enough to move; in fact, he realised then that he could not move, for the room was tilting, swaying, sinking beneath his feet. Stars began to burst before his eyes, and though he had never fainted before, he suddenly knew that it was about to happen. Stumbling backward into the wall, he reached for something solid to hold on to, blinded by a rapidly descending curtain of darkness. He managed to lower himself into a crouch just before the darkness took hold; then, already unconscious, he completed his journey to the ground.
 
There wasn't much that bored Leda, and today was no different. Wandering up from the Dungeons after reconnecting with her best friend, they were headed towards the Great Hall for some food. Food excited her. She'd told Mervyn about everything in her life as and when it happened, and right now she was in the middle of quite an amusing tale of how she'd managed to cause a Hufflepuff to feel ultimately embarrassed when she'd admitted her feelings for someone, not fully understanding the consequences of her actions herself. On the way to the hall, she spotted Professor Pendleton outside, although Leda thought it did look a little more pale than he had last time she saw him. Perhaps he was spending too much time in the Dungeon. No doubt then she'd have to warn Olive to get out more too as she didn't want her sister to be confused for one of the ghosts. The red head looked back to her best friend, intending to complete her story when she heard a thump towards the edge of the corridor. With her head suddenly flicking around, her hands flew up over her mouth and her feet froze on the floor as she realised Professor Pendleton had just hit the floor. She really hoped she hadn't just witnessed his death.
 
Mervyn loved Leda's stories, and today's was no exception. He hung onto her every word as she told him what she'd gotten up to in the courtyard a little while ago, knowing that the punchline was going to be good. Not even the thought of lunch made him want her to hurry it up. They were passing through the entrance hall, however, when suddenly Leda stopped. Mervyn, who hadn't heard or seen whatever it was that had distracted the Slytherin, looked around, following her gaze to the edge of the room, where a professor lay crumpled on the ground. His mouth opened, and he glance around, wondering whether he was supposed to do something, or if somebody else would go to Professor Pendleton's aid. Mervyn certainly wasn't the best qualified to interfere, though he might have pretended to be, had he not been rooted to the spot. He held onto Leda's arm, half to keep her from walking away from him, and half because he was scared and didn't know what else to do.
 
Passing through the Entrance Hall, Analei paused for a second, not sure if she had remembered her favorite quill to write with. She was checking through her bag, realizing it wasn't there before groaning aloud. She'd have to go all the way up to her Common Room again before she could head outside. How could she have forgotten her favorite quill? You'd think that would've been the first thing she packed. Analei sighed and looked up, noticing a weird movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head and looked, just as her Potions Professor stumbled down to the ground. Analei froze to the spot, she couldn't even say anything. Pendleton had just fainted?
 
Emilia was passing through the Entrance hall and smiled slightly when she spotted Analei. The girl was starting to become a friend, at least in her eyes, and she started to head in her direction. Just as she caught up to the girl, a sudden cold silence went through the people in the Entrance hall as one. Turning her head, Emilia gasped at the sight of Professor Pendleton on the ground, clearly unconscious. Her hand flew to her mouth as she stared at him. Was he hurt? He had seemed very ill during their last lesson. Panic gripped her and she felt unbidden tears come to her eyes as she feared the worst.
 
Zennon was heading to the Great Hall for food. He was hungry. He was usually hungry when he hadn't eaten though, so it came as no great surprise to him really. He had left all of his equipment in his common room seeing as he could simply walk down there and get it after he'd eaten which was what he basically intended to do. He noticed Analei on his way and noted she seemed to be looking for something. Zennon ran up to her and grinned and was about to ask her what she had forgotten when a gasp caught his attention and he looked around for the source, noting, fearfully, that it seemed to be directed at the very not right sight in front of him. Professor Pendleton was on the ground, unmoving. This did not bode well at all. Zennon's face twisted as he stared at the sight in shock. Just what was happening at this school?
 
Clara was having a pleasant day. The weather was good, which lifted her spirits infinitesimally, but she was never such a high spirit in the first place. She had just about gotten all the way to the door to the entrance hall when none other than Professor Pendleton collapses in the middle of the room. Clara frowned as it seemed highly inappropriate to simply fall down and not get back up. She didn't appreciate having to appear concerned in a crowd full of people, though she was so, partially if not for the fact that this could mean she has to miss a potions class. She enjoyed Monty's lessons, though she wasn't sure how often she would enjoy them if she had to worry about him dying every three seconds. Placing her bag on the ground, Clara walked up to him and stuck her foot out, to see if he responded. "Professor, are you dead?" She asked, before leaning down to check his breathing.
 
It had been a whirlwind of a year so far, and it wasn't even close to finishing yet. Falon didn't think she'd ever had such a dramatic year before, and of course it had to happen in her last year of school. The Gryffindor missed her brother, and missed her best friend, but there was no way she could be friends with her again just yet. Falon had grabbed a piece of toast before making her way to the Quidditch pitch. Even though she wasn't on the team, she wanted to do it Professionally once she left school, so she had to keep up. As much as her parents disagreed, that was more important than her studies. As she left the Great Hall, she found a lot of young students, staring in one direction. Falon saw one student approach a slumped Professor on the ground. Her mouth opened as she dropped her toast, making her way over to him, noticing the girl nudge him with her foot. "Get out of the way!" She snarled, bending down to check on the Professor, before turning around to the stunned students, doing nothing. They might as well have their recording devices out, as helpful as they were. "Don't just stand there you half-wits! Someone go get help!"
 
Leda looked between the man on the floor and the Gryffindor who gripped her arm, unsure as to whether she should do anything. Her eyes fluttered up and around the room as the Slytherin became increasingly aware of more and more students noticing the collapsed Professor, and with most seemingly in the same boat as her and unable to make a decision on the best course of action, until one of the girls decided to kick him. Leda frowned, feeling an unusual pang of frustration on the Professors behalf, perhaps due to the recent news of their connections. "Hey!" Leda suddenly jolted, and while she tried to take a step towards the pair, she felt herself held back by her friend on her arm. Glaring at the older girl, she was a little relieved when another stepped in, apparently the second year wasn't the only one to think that had been a bad idea. Suddenly an image flashed through her mind. What if Monty was dead? She wasn't finished teasing him for his name.
 
Though Monty was unconscious only for a matter of seconds, he woke slowly, confused by the pain in his shoulder, which had taken the brunt of the fall, and by the concerned figures stood over and around him. Why was he on the floor? Where was he? What was happening? Somebody, one of the girls above him, was yelling for someone to get help, though the sound was muffled in Monty's ears. The room began to spin, and he closed his eyes again, willing himself to sink through the stone.

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This topic is 100% totally completely absolutely open to anything from this point hehe!! (pls join)
 
Geo was just about staying afloat when it came to her lessons, and even though her second semester was just as difficult as the first had been, she felt as though it was at least passing by quicker than the first. Sleepily she'd left the comfort of the Hufflepuff common room and headed downstairs for some food, barely noticing that there was a gathering of people outside the Great Hall until she was almost stood in the entrance. As her blue eyes peered around they connected with a startling sight. It was obvious that the Potions professor was in a bad shape. He'd look a bit peaky, and Geo didn't think he was sat on the floor out of comfort by the way he was crumpled. The third year looked up as one of the older students motioned for someone to get help, not that she seemed to be helping much herself. Taking a few steps further into the doorway of the hall, accidentally stepping on a piece of toast on her way, Geo did her best to raise her voice to the point that she'd be heard by the Professors that sat at their table on the other side of the room. "Hey, GUYS!" she called out nervously, before pointing down at Monty who was just out of the line of sight of those currently inside feasting. Geo couldn't help but think that at least he'd had the decency to faint nearby help, as if it had been in the Dungeons he may not have been discovered for hours. The pink haired student turned to face Monty once again, knowing that this situation was a little out of their control, a frown of worry appearing on her face as she beckoned anyone that noticed her from the Great Hall into the hallway.
 
Clara frowned when she was told to move out of the way, she didn't appreciate people touching her for a start and she didn't like people telling her what to do either only her father was allowed to . This Clod-Hopper was moving about like she owned the place and Clara didn't like it. Not one bit. She rolled her eyes and moved away from the body of her professor. This school was certainly seeing more excitement in a couple of days than it had in the time she'd been there previously. "S*lope, tu me gonfles." She muttered under her breath. It was directed at the gryffidnor, but she didn't care who heard.
 
Sapphire wondered towards the great Hall, yawning. Her hair was wild and her eyes were half open. She had just woken up, and she needed food.

It wasn't until she nearly ran into another student that she realised something was happening. She wove through the students like a shadow, only to freeze when she realized what was going on.

Professor Pendleton looked like death, and for the first time in a long time genuine fear ran through her. This was the only adult that had ever acted like she had meant anything- who had looked at her and seen her.

She stepped closer instinctively, but stopped. His words rang through her head. We aren't friends. She bit her lip and looked on, worried for once in her life. She wanted to rush over and make sure he was alright, but she knew he wouldn't like that.
 
Mervyn's mouth dropped open. "That girl just kicked 'im. Did yoo see 'er kick 'im?" he asked Leda, knowing full well she already had. He'd had to hold her back from marching over there. All right, it wasn't exactly a kick, but it was still pretty rude, in Mervyn's eyes. A Hufflepuff went to the doors of the great hall then, making some weird kind of gesture to the Potions professor. Mervyn stayed where he was, paralysed by the sight. Not that he would have gone anywhere if he'd been able to move. He wouldn't have missed this for anything.
 
As Odette leftthe Great Hall, she heard someone yelling. A frown appeared no her face, immediately she looked for the attention-seeker that was trying to stand out. Somehow, seeing that the source of the yelling was Geo didn't really surprise her. That girl seemed to be everywhere. Ready to just walk on and ignore her, she paused only because she noticed the other people gathered in the entrance hall staring at one point. Her gaze followed theirs and fell upon the body of Professor Pendleton on the ground. Her eyes widened, and without thinking she pushed past some people to move over to him. A Hufflepuff from her year moved away which created some space. She looked at the older girl that was checking him, kneeling as well. "What happened to him?" She demanded, looking over at him worriedly. He had been the only adult that had shown her any kindness in a long time, if he was dying right here, she wanted to at least be able to tell him that he had helped her. But he wasn't dying, that didn't just happen out of nowhere like this. It didn't.
 
The next few moments happened in a blur. So much was happening so quickly. Why was nobody helping? Analei then realized that she wasn't helping either. She was just standing there. Somewhere in the distance someone yelled to get help. Everything that had slowed down quickly sped up again and she noticed Zennon and Emilia standing near her, and connecting with their eyes, she felt herself bought back down to the ground. Though her heart was racing, her mind quickly wondering why in Merlin's name the Hospital Wing was so far away, Analei turned and ran back into the Great Hall looking for her Head of House. She couldn't find her, but the first one she did lock eyes with was the Gryffindor Head of House. "Professor! Professor! It's - it's - he's out - he needs help." Analei didn't know quite what else to say, but grabbed onto the confused lady's arm, and started running, grateful that even though she hadn't explained herself properly and the Head of House looked very puzzled, she came anyway.
 
There was some sort of crowd blocking the entrance hall. Great. Terrific. Exactly what October wanted to be dealing with when she had places to be. She could feel herself becoming more and more on edge as exams drew nearer... it always seemed like there was more that needed to be done, and her patience was wearing thinner and thinner. Luckily, a hefty arm full of books was helpful when you needed to nudge your way through a crowd, and so nudge she did, making her way through the group of people. What October hadn't expected to see was the sight before her. One of her teachers, lying passed out on the floor. Even as all the blood drained from her in fear, October's mind flashed back to the first aid classes dad had made her take, in case the worst should ever happen. Stepping forward, she urged the crowds back. "Everybody get BACK, stop GAWKING, he needs medical attention!" She snapped, glaring at people. "Someone go get a teacher, or a nurse, or-" In looking around, October could see Matt approaching, no doubt drawn by the commotion. For once she was actually glad to see him, foregoing any formality for the sake of urgency. "Matt! Profesor Pendleton is unconscious!"
 
Professor Kingsley had slowly returned to being more present during meals, still a far cry from her daily attendance but certainly more normal. She was just heading out, still eating a piece of toast when a student locked onto her arm. Though the young girl's exclamation made little sense, Cyndi's heart rate kicked higher as she realized something was wrong. The crowd was thick just outside of the Great Hall, and not with the usual movement to classes. The students had surrounded someone, and being taller certainly had its benefits as she could see beyond the young crowd to the center. It was Monty on the floor!

The woman locked eyes with her colleague who'd been moving in this direction as well and then she sprung into action. "Honey, what's your name?" she began, looking at the young girl who'd pulled her along. "Analei, I need you to find a nurse and tell them what's happened. Tell them Professor Ward and I are with him, but they need to come help" she nudged the little girl off. Moving forward, Cyndi gestured for the students to step back. "He needs breathing room. Step back children" she said, shooing them back again as she kneeled. "Monty? Monty? Can you hear me?" she said, reaching for his hand and trying to keep hysterics from her voice. She didn't want to alarm the students though she had no idea what had happened. Hopefully, Analei would get a nurse here and soon.
 
The commotion outside in the entrance hall hadn't escaped Matt's attention, and he had gotten up from his seat at the table to see what was happening. Before anything else, his gaze moved to the Hufflepuff table to make sure April was there, safe and sound. Then it went to Ravenclaw, but he didn't see October there. What if it was her that was hurt? But the moment he stepped out of the great hall, he spotted her. Relieved, he didn't immediately notice she had started to talk to him. But soon her words made sense and he looked over at the figure everyone was staring at. "You did a good job." He told her, referring to her earlier words to the other students. "Stay here, it will be okay." He made his way over to Professor Pendleton, telling nearby students to give him space. He reached his side just as Professor Kingsley did as well, and was glad not to be alone. He had the urge to kneel at Monty's side as well, but knew they shouldn't overcrowd him. Instead, he turned to the nearby students. "Everyone, give him some space. It's best if you return to your common room, we will help Professor Pendleton now." He said firmly, looking at a few students in turn. He wasn't sure if any of them would listen, but also didn't want Monty to have such a large crowd around him when he woke up. He wanted to reassure them that he would be fine when he didn't know that for sure so he didn't say the words. He turned to look at him, then noticed two students lingering nearby him. He looked at the older Gryffindor and younger Slytherin girl. "That goes for you two as well, give him space. We're handling this now." He told them, gesturing for them to at least take some distance.
 
The girl that had nudged the Professor muttered something under her breath, but Falon thought it was hardly the time to retaliate. She would try and remember her face, so she knew who to scowl at when she was having a bad day. Thankfully, the Professor seemed to come to for a second, so Falon didn't have to try figure out how to find a pulse. She'd never had to do that before, never had a reason to, and though she had no idea what to do, she felt like she couldn't just stand and watch. Thankfully, thankfully someone had gotten some Professors, and as the arrived, Falon quickly moved back out of the way, listening to what her Head of House said and Professor Ward said; however she did not want to go to her Common Room. She needed to know that he was okay.
 
Out of breath already, Analei told her Professor her name. She nodded in understanding; though the Hospital Wing was so far away, Analei took off running, the adrenaline kicking in and keeping her going. She dropped her bag in the Entrance Hall so she didn't have to worry about all her books - hoping that Emilia or Zennon would pick it up and give it to her later. All she had to do was get to the Hospital Wing, then she could rest there. Analei definitely was not the most fit and was probably not the fastest person to have sent but she didn't stop until she got there, breathing out what happened to the nurses, before sitting on a bed, trying to catch her breath.
 
Everything was happening so fast, and Emilia felt weak as she did nothing but stare in silence. She felt relieved as Professor Kingsley and Professor Ward appeared, though she didn't want to listen to what Professor Ward said. She watched as Analei ran off after talking to the professor she had warned, and realized her stuff was still here. Emilia immediately scooped up her book bag, though it was rather heavy. Vaguely, she wondered if she had forgotten to bring a few books today as her own bag was a lot lighter, but what did it matter? She just wanted to know if the Professor would be alright.
 
Everything was happening so fast. The red head nodded as Mervyn proceeded to give her a running commentary, and she kept glancing between Monty, the crowds of people, and her best friend, as though standing there doing nothing was going to fix it. "People should know it's not kind to kick someone when their down. How would she like it?" Leda was obviously still focused on the older girls behaviour, feeling as though she should have been ashamed for her actions against a Professor of all people. Leda's arms crossed over her chest, as she considered how unorganised the school system seemed to be when someone greeting the floor was met with such a barrage of panic. When Professors finally arrived, and they were all told to go back to their houses, Leda wasn't quite sure how she was supposed to just abandon the scene around them. It was not only much too concerning, but also much too interesting, and the second year wanted as much information as she could gather. While the events were unfolding around them, it gave the Slytherin a good chance to scope without being noticed, and no doubt would be the talk of the school for weeks to come. Leda's eyes watched the commotion around them, and her frown intensified when Professor Kingsley knelt down beside Monty and took his hand. "Don't think now really seems like the best idea for marriage proposal," she mumbled to her companion, never one to consider she may be taking things a little out of context and proportion.
 
Odette was staring at Professor Pendleton as she knelt next to him, hoping to see some sort of sign of life. She didn't notice the professors had arrived until Professor Kingsley was also kneeling next to him. Finally, she got up again, taking a small step backward. She ended up standing next to the older girl that had also been near the professor and glanced up at her. She didn't seem to be budging despite the professor's words, and that made Odette glad as she wasn't planning on leaving either. She watched silently, hoping Professor Pendleton would react to Professor Kingsley's question.
 
As Professor's finally made their way into he Entrance hall, Zennon looked over to hear a girl from his house commenting on the Gryffindor head of house. He raised an eyebrow at her. "Do you think they're together?" He asked, moving closer to her to have a hushed conversation over the commotion. "Isn't Professor Kingsley married to the Minister of Magic?" He asked, hungry to cling onto a potential scandal. If this was true, oh Merlin, he was sure that had to be why Jacob had been so miserable lately. Maybe he knew about this! It was a shame, Professor Pendleton didn't seem the type.
 

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